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Yanchinus opened his eyes in the barn to see a girl holding a pitchfork.
“W-who are you?” the girl asked in a frightened voice with the tip of her pitchfork held against Yanchinus' neck.
“Give me something to drink and eat and I will reward you.”
Yanchinus remained unfazed. His calm tone had the dignity characteristic of nobility.
“S-sorry?” The girl replied, dumbfounded.
It felt as if she were standing before a lord.
“I don't have anything to give right now, but I promise that I will reward you.”
“What are you talking about asking for food after you’ve barged into someone else's barn?”
“What is your name?”
Yanchinus ignored the girl's words and just said what he wanted.
“Frey.”
“That's a pretty name. Now, would you mind removing that farming tool from my neck?”
Yanchinus slowly pushed the girl’s pitchfork aside and stood up with a limp.
“Are you hurt?” Frey asked.
“Don't worry about it. Where is this place? Do you know the name of the lord here?”
The limping man was too confident for someone who had sneaked into a barn.
‘Is he a noble?’
The man before her did not seem like an average, ordinary person.
“This is Haifa…”
“This is Count Haifa’s domain? I’ve come farther south than I thought.”
The sleep had cleared his head, and the geography...
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